Crediting your aptitude at a given task to external factors such as rabbit's feet, footwear, or turbo buttons is preemptively striking away responsibility for the time when you'll inevitably fuck it up. We get out what we put in, and put in whatever we're willing to pull out. We may get high with a little help from our friends, but the power to rise above lies within. This life will jam you up and beat you down; It will strip you of every comfort and crutch you hold dear, but it can never take that power away. So don't sit around waiting for your hair to grow back.
Posted by Sir Cucumber at 8:08 AM on Monday, March 30, 2009